The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 144

  Chapter 144 Mortals wish to kill immortals.

  Boom!

  The sound of violent impact kept ringing, the two people on the ring could hardly see their figures clearly, and the audience couldn't see how the two sides played the game, how to deal with it, who was injured, and who had the upper hand?

   The speed of the duel between Chaofan was really too fast, the middle-aged man known as the Juggernaut could still see the movement, and Long Shaoming was so fast that he pulled out afterimages.

  In fact, Long Shaoming's speed is not much faster, about 50 kilometers per hour, and the top speed of a small eDonkey is faster than him. The main reason why it looks so fast is that it moves around within a few square meters, so it is hard to see clearly.

   Instant acceleration, and instant stop, and only extraordinary power can do it.

  Zheng!

  The iron sword in Juggernaut's hand suddenly burst into dazzling light, and the sword intent locked onto the moving thunder in the void. He held up the iron sword in his hand, took a big breath in his lungs, and then let out a loud drink.

  The sound waved, and the audience who were closer to the venue only felt their ears buzzing, but Long Shaoming stopped suddenly, his feet were weak, and he almost couldn't stand still.

  The momentary opening was caught by the Juggernaut.

  The blade of the sword fell, and the sword light spanned tens of meters. The stone slab on the ground cracked, and sand and stones flew away.

  Long Shaoming's heart beat suddenly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, as if he was hanging on a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire. Countless sword blades stab at him, there is no way to avoid it, there is no way to avoid it.

  He subconsciously covered his whole body with thunder, trying to resist the sword light. But before I touched it, another voice in my heart told me

  Can't stop it!

   Dodge! Must dodge!

  The body that had stopped suddenly accelerated, and flashed to the right, and the sword light grazed his nose. Before Long Shaoming could be happy, a chill came from behind him, and without any hesitation he threw out a thunderbolt.

  A cold light flashed past, and Thunder was cut open.

  The Juggernaut swung three swords between the messages, as fast as if he only swung one sword. Relying on his speed, Long Shaoming pulled away more than a dozen positions in an instant, and the opponent immediately followed him, biting him tightly. Every second is dancing on the tip of the knife, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.

   This is the strongest opponent he has ever encountered. The sword seems to be split in half as soon as it touches it.

  In an instant, the offensive and defensive poles of the two reversed, and every sword swing would leave marks on the ring.

  The sword master's swordsmanship was natural, and every blow blocked all his escape routes like a net. And he himself is a swordsman, he comes from Qidi of Shenzhou, and he was once a well-known master of swordsmanship.

   Maybe he doesn't have supernatural power, but among mortals, his skills can be said to be the pinnacle, which has a huge advantage over a kid like Long Shaoming.

  The last sword, finish you.

  The Juggernaut took a step forward, the air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the flying sword in his hand flew out like a cannonball and hit the enemy's eyebrows.

  Long Shaoming couldn't move, he didn't waste his energy roaring, he just stared at the sword firmly, refusing to let it go for a moment.

  See through it, overtake it, kill him!

  He raised his fingertips slightly, tapped the void, and a faint thunder shot out.

   Lei Guang accurately hit the tip of the sword, and the flying sword deviated from its original trajectory after being hit, and slid across his right side, cutting off a few strands of hair.

  Seeing this scene, the Juggernaut also made new movements. He stretched out his index finger and **** straightly, with his palm facing upwards, and turned his head back instantly with a slight lift of the flying sword.

  Sword control, this is what the gods taught him in his dream.

  Long Shaoming immediately noticed Feijian turning his head back, and punched Lei Huihuishou in his palm.

  With a bang, Long Shaoming flew upside down and rolled dozens of times on the ground before he managed to stabilize his figure. The Juggernaut recalled his weapon, swayed for a while, knelt on one knee and clutched his chest.

   "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"

  The audience's blood boiled with excitement, and they let out earth-shattering roars. People a few kilometers away could hear the cheers coming from here. Compared with the previous crushing battles, this kind of evenly matched extraordinary duel is more enjoyable to watch.

  The picture was broadcast to the whole world, and countless people stood up from their chairs to cheer for them.

   It is human nature to be strong, and the strong can always get flowers, which is the same no matter which world. The stronger the economic factor, the more attractive the game is. In the past, it was football, basketball, table tennis and other competitive sports, but now it is undoubtedly a battle between extraordinary people.

  Ordinary people in the practice world may be afraid, but modern people watch it through the screen and cheer more.

   Above the high altitude, the powerful can feel the sudden surge of faith. If it is exchanged into their realm, then at this time, the faith accumulated by the fragments of heaven is enough to become a golden core powerhouse. In just two months, one can become a strong Golden Core.

  Even if they were reincarnated and rebuilt, they couldn't recover to Jindan in two months with sufficient resources.

  This is the great power of faith, almost no consideration of time, as long as the faith is enough to take one step of Nascent Soul Transformation God, there is no problem. The only problem is that beliefs are too complex, and any method cannot be refined in a short time, even if refined, there will be a series of problems.

   This problem has troubled countless powerful people and killed countless people.

  Believe that if you eat too much incense, you will lose your self, and if you lose your self, you will naturally die. Even if his idol is still there, it's just a god, not him. At the same time, God has no way to think, without any subjective initiative, and will eventually disappear with the disappearance of faith.

  If there is no external force control, a Nascent Soul might be able to kill a Xianghuo God of Huashen level within a hundred years.

  Kill their beliefs and destroy their gods.

   "It's too tender." Someone shook his head slightly, "It's a waste of two dao rhymes. If I come, no matter who it is, it will have died a dozen times."

  The mortals below watched with enthusiasm, but in the eyes of these old monsters, the two of them were full of loopholes. What they are looking at is not the state, but the response in the fighting between the two. Every move can be said to be very rough.

   "How long have you lived, you old thing? You are still compared with other children who are less than a hundred years old. The two little guys have not been taught, and it is very good to be able to fight like this."

   The two below are not peerless geniuses themselves, and their current cultivation bases are all thanks to the help of fragments of the heavenly law. If it weren't for the fragments of Heavenly Dao, they might not even be able to absorb their faith.

  But their bodies can't last long, even with the help of fragments of heaven, after all, a mortal can't bear so much belief.

   After all, they are ants.

  The powerful people sitting high in the clouds have indifferent eyes, just waiting to determine the champion, to see if the mortals will be overwhelmed by the belief inside when they get the pieces of heaven.

   If you can persist for a period of time, it means that what the Virgin of the White Lotus said is true.

  Under the stage, the Juggernaut suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then blood began to ooze from his nose and eyes. The sudden change made Long Shaoming stop, and looked at him in surprise.

   "Ouch!" The Juggernaut spat out a big mouthful of blood again, which was mixed with some minced meat. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, and his momentum climbed again.

  Can vomiting blood become stronger?

   "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Duan Yuan. I used to be a master swordsman, but now I am an unknown mortal."

  He suddenly started to introduce himself, Long Shaoming showed doubts, but he didn't stop the attacking movement in his hand, and threw out a thunderbolt casually.

  The Juggernaut split the thunder with a sword, and the sword light spanned dozens of meters, which was more than several times stronger.

What? !

  Long Shaoming turned pale with shock, pulled away again and again, and looked at the man in the distance in surprise. I don't know why at this time he has lost a lot of weight, and his hair is stained with a little gray, as if he has aged ten years in an instant.

   But his strength has not weakened, on the contrary, it has become stronger and stronger.

  Why is this happening?

   "Why, don't you want to talk to my old uncle?" The uncle named Duan Yuan didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue him. For some reason, he seemed to want to talk to him, in this arena of life and death.

  Generally speaking, players will not communicate with each other. Because speaking requires strength and distracts oneself, everyone is fighting with their lives. They may not be as good as monks, but their determination to obtain extraordinary power is definitely not weaker than that of monks.

  Long Shaoming hesitated for a moment, then said: "Long Shaoming."

   "Very good name, dragon, the vernal equinox ascends to the sky, the autumnal equinox dives into the abyss, calls the wind and calls the rain. Shaoming, shines on all directions."

  Duan Yuan nodded slightly in praise, and then asked: "Did you kill those gangsters during this time? It's good to be young, energetic and fearless, and kill those who see evil."

  Long Shaoming didn't answer, and took advantage of the short interval to adjust his breath. At this time, blood was slightly oozing from his abdomen, and the wound left last night opened again.

   Immediately afterwards, he inexplicably shed a nosebleed, this is not the first time.

   Seeing this scene, Duan Yuan pointedly said:

"You should also feel that this extraordinary power has a price. Every time we use it, the body will be damaged to varying degrees. If you want to hold two liters of water in a 500ml water bottle, do you think the bottle will burst? "

   "The answer is undoubtedly yes. Our body is like that water bottle, which has been broken to pieces. Everyone who has gained extraordinary power can feel the painful swelling, but no one has given up on it."

  Duan Yuan slightly raised his sword-holding hand, and a gust of wind blew instantly. An incomparable sword intent erupted from him, and his aura was approaching the peak of Foundation Establishment.

  He himself is a mortal, and today he gains extraordinary power, even if he dies, he doesn't want to let go.

  If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.

   "Boy, I'll give you something." Duan Yuan used his little spiritual consciousness to teach the other party the methods of resisting and absorbing beliefs.

   This is the method he has figured out. It may be very rough, but at least it can help him.

   At this time, Duan Yuan's aura also climbed to the late stage of foundation establishment.

  The powerful people above the sky raised their eyebrows slightly, showing a little bit of interest.

  This mortal is constantly absorbing beliefs, and active absorption is very rare.

  Long Shaoming's expression became extremely solemn, and his body was almost immobilized by the opponent's breath.

  In just a few minutes, why did they produce such a huge gap?

  Duan Yuan walked towards him step by step. At this moment, even the audience without any cultivation could tell that the Juggernaut had the upper hand. Just when Long Shaoming was about to go all out, he suddenly froze. He saw that the appearance of the uncle in front of him seemed to have changed.

   turned into an old man wearing a sackcloth robe and holding a broken sword in his hand.

   Walking to the center of the arena, Duan Yuan stopped, raised the iron sword in his hand in full view, and pointed to the sky.

   "Please ask the immortals in the sky to try the sword."

  Zheng!

  Taishang Wuji sword intent resounded through the sky, a barrier shattered by the sword light went straight to the nine heavens, the thick clouds were cut open, and silhouettes were revealed in front of the world.

  They sit on top of the clouds, overlooking the world, like gods.

   "Mortal, don't overstep!"

  One of them showed anger, and he slapped out his palm, and his powerful mana turned into a giant palm, pressing down on the mortal below.

  The ordinary people in the auditorium were shocked when they saw the palm that covered the sky and the sun.

   Duan Yuan looked up to the sky and smiled, his pale hair was blown by the strong wind, and there was no fear in his eyes. With one leap, he soars into the air, and the mortal body does the things of a fairy.

   "Cut!"

  Baizhang Jianguang cut off the giant palm that spanned hundreds of meters, and the air wave bounced thousands of meters away.

   Hundreds of thousands of viewers watched this scene dumbfounded. They didn't expect the extraordinary showdown to become a battle of gods. Why did the finalists suddenly run to challenge the referee?

  Duan Yuan stood in the air and looked up at the immortal in the sky, with a wild smile on his face and asked: "Is there anyone to fight with me?"

  Crazy to the extreme, his demeanor is unmatched, challenging the gods in the sky with a mortal body.

   This scene spread all over the world through the Internet, and countless people were amazed by his actions. The existence of practitioners has long been a consensus, but they rarely appear in front of the public. Even in this competition held by the practitioners, the number of times that the practitioners showed their faces can be counted on the fingers.

  In the eyes of the public, the power of cultivation is just like the legendary gods, who look down on the world from above, powerful and mysterious.

  But today someone actually challenged the gods.

   Faith soared in an instant, Duan Yuan's aura finally broke through the golden core, and blood was seeping from every part of his body.

  Life is like a candle in the wind, and death may come at any time.

   "Hahaha! It's so fun, even an immortal." Duan Yuan swung his sword again, a sword that burned his life.

  The sword light spanned thousands of meters, illuminating the entire playing field and allowing millions of people in the city to see his demeanor.

   "So what if you don't have the talent for cultivation? Today Duan is going to kill the gods!"

  More than a dozen golden elixir masters did not speak, and looked down with lowered eyelids, their expressions did not change at all, and the dazzling sword light could not make them blink.

  Boom!

   Another palm came down and touched Jian Guang. Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, countless people all over the world unconsciously prayed for him.

  With a bang, the sword light shattered at the touch of it.

  Slapping Duan Yuan with his palm, he was pushed back onto the field in an instant. The violent impact shattered the entire arena in half. Sand and stones flew away for a while, and the dust was lifted up to five or six meters.

   After a while, the dust gradually dissipated, and the ring was in a mess.

  The man who challenged the fairy **** has disappeared, leaving only a puddle of red flesh.

  Blood splashed on Long Shaoming's body, his mouth was slightly opened, but he didn't make any sound.

   "The winner, Long Shaoming."

  There was a voice from the sky without sadness or joy, those gods sitting high in the clouds were still there, and only mortals were moving themselves.

  (end of this chapter)

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